Arise! It’s Monday!

It’s a new day! Hello to all of my friends this Post Easter Monday! I am hoping that you had a nice Holiday. I was blessed with a great day yesterday. Of course, Easter is always fun when you have little ones waddling about! Our little guys are just under 2 years old this year. So, we did a small basket and egg hunt. It was adorable! They’re a little young to grasp the meaning of Easter, so, just fun stuff for them this year. Next year they will probably understand what all is happening much better. But for now, some gratuitous cutie pie pictures:

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That’s our older son, Dalton, standing back there in his Cookie Monster PJs!

 

Well, I was able to make some decisions over the weekend with my husband. We have decided that we are going to return to school! We had set our goals aside when Jesse and Connor came to live with us. But, we have a pretty good routine down now and I think we can manage it. It will be a little hard. But, hey, good things aren’t necessarily easy things.

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What have you been doing lately? I don’t have too many hobbies. My favorite hobby, by far, is reading. I like to read all kinds of things from paranormal romance to psychological thrillers. Actually, I just finished a great little psych/ suspense novella by my friend and fellow writer, Christa Wojciechowski if you are into psychological thrillers, this is a great quickie if you need a hit of, “Holy Sh17!”

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Christa is pretty danged creative. She takes her cues from real life and adds a delectable twist that is sure to make you keep turning those pages!

Besides being a reader and writer, I am also the heiress to a 26 acre scrap yard in Floral City, Florida. A weird thing to brag about, I know. But, in the vein of sharing my past times with you all…I have been gathering interesting looking items from the Yard (as we call it) for quite some time. I am totally into the reuse/recycle/upcycle thing. Anyway, I have been giving various items new life. Bwah! Ha! Ha! I feel like Frankenstein sometimes!

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Yes! I will, one day, inherit a missile! Any ideas on up-cycling this baby? Comment below and I’ll see you guys in a day or so~

Catch that Chicken!!!!

Do the laundry and catch that chicken!!!!!!!!!!!!

The problem with free range chickens…

Just got an emergency message from my Mom whose room is downstairs. There is chicken walking around and around the house! I fly down the stairs and out to the aviary. Sure enough there are only four hens wandering around in there. Then I see her, on small Aracauna standing behind the aviary foraging away! We’re chicken sitting. I used to have a menagerie of cute little animals. Ducks, Pygmy goats, pigs, rabbits and of course chickens. But, once the twins came to live with us I couldn’t manage my little hobby farm and take care of the boys like they deserve. So, I downsized the farm to a pair of cats and a pair of little elven twins. That was a year and a half ago.

Our dear friends, Barb and Bill have gone on vacation. Their previous chicken sitter (their neighbor) moved away. So, I was lucky enough to get the job. I was excited to have my back yard blessed by the little pecker faces once again! The only problem is, I’m not fenced in. I have a pretty decent sized aviary (20×20) but, to a flock that is accustomed to free ranging all day, it’s just a cage. But, it’s a vacation. Two weeks, not a life time. The thing is, you can’t reason with a chicken. And you also can’t lure a free range chicken with cracked corn. When my chickens escaped in the past, they were confused and eager to receive the customary treat of a trail of chicken feed back to the aviary. They weren’t sure what to do or where to go anyway. But, this chicken of Barb and Bill’s oh, uhn uh! She ain’t about to have that! Catch me if you can! My corn had no effect on her as she scrambled through the brush stopping long enough to let me see her as she’d nibble up some tasty morsel from the ground and take off again. Ever seen the Road Runner? Those are real, you know! I think this chicken might’ve been fertilized with one before she was hatched!

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So, after stumbling around the yard, falling on my face and impaling myself on branches and trees, I have decided that I have given it my best shot. I will delegate this job to my 14 year old son when he gets home from school. And if he can’t catch her, I will happily spend the $4.00 to replace her. But, I imagine that she’ll try to get back into the aviary come evening time. That’s how they do at home. So, that was one snippet of my Wednesday afternoon. Hump Day! Ha! Ha! Ha!

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Well, that is not what I planned to write about today. But, it’s real life!

Some things to think about as you wrap up this Wednesday. There are so many different facets to one person’s life.

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How can we ever truly know a person? Most people don’t even really know themselves. Soon, I would like to write about the different aspects of a person’s life the things that make us different and the ties that bind. Stay tuned.

 

Hiding My Crazy

This first post launches my writing career. I have always wanted to write a book. But, there is a difference between wanting to do something and actually doing it. People used to always comment on what a quiet person I am. Funny, there are always so many words in my head. Words that I would not wish to escape my mouth most of the time. It’s not that I think I am a particularly dark person. Certainly not so compared to others of my generation. Still, there are so many people in the world that would be stunned by the things I might say if I gave my mind reign over my mouth.

In my mind, I am a very impatient person. I want what I want and I want it now! That’s not so different from the average person. But, I wonder, does the average person teeter on the verge of screaming at the cars ahead of them in the drive thru? ” My mind screams at these inconvenient customers in front of me, ” Move the fuck out of my way and give me my iced teeeaaa!!!”  I can’t blame it on a sugar addiction. I stopped drinking sweet tea years ago. I know, anathema to my fellow Southerners. But, hey, I’m diabetic. I’m saving my sugar allowance for cheesecake. Ridiculous! I’m diabetic. I don’t get a sugar allowance. But, this is how I justify eating cheesecake as a diabetic.As if I need to justify anything. I’m nearly forty years old. I’m either going to do it or not. So I drink Coke, I eat cheesecake and I shun Sweet Tea.

Still, As I creep closer to the drive thru window in my sweet little Soccer Mom mini-van with my little stick family positioned happily on my back window below my Giant N.O.T.W. sticker I actually start saying the words out loud. Don’t worry though, my windows are securely positioned up so that my crazy doesn’t seep from the vehicle and obliterate everything in my path. ” Move, move, move! Give me my fucking iced tea! This serves no purpose as no one can hear me; unless my family is in the car with me. But, what do they say about crazy people living in their own little world? They know me here.

Finally, I make it to the window where the hard working fast food employee stands with the obligatory hello and how are you. I smile ever so sweetly and inquire as to if I might have an extra cup with just ice. (In my mind…”those fuckers are so stingy with the ice!”) And my audible voice thanks the poor drive thru attendant “so much! I really appreciate it”. As I carefully exit the drive through, struggling to unwrap my straw and get that first gulp of ice cold goodness, the drive thru attendant greets another customer. He or she never knows how close they came to witnessing my drive thru psychosis. But, I’m not crazy. Because while in my mind I am a very impatient person, to the public, I am a wonderfully polite and quiet woman of poise. See, I know that I am not crazy because I can still hide my crazy. And that, according to the world of psychological studies, makes all the difference.